Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Angola and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Cure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
Whodini,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.